Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books

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A. Law, W. Miller, and R. Cater, 1795 - 281 strán (strany)
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Strana 297 - And, to the faithful, death the gate of life : Taught this by his example whom I now Acknowledge my Redeemer ever blefs'd. To whom thus alfo th' Angel laft reply'd. This having learn'd, thou haft attain'd, the fum 575 Of wifdom; hope no higher, though all the ftars Thou knew'ft by name, and all
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Strana 257 - By him with many comforts, till we end In duft, our final reft and native home. 1085 What better can we do, than to the place Repairing where he judg'd us, proftrate fall Before him reverent, and there confefs Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our
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